The Table For Three with Bruno, Flair, and Randy Orton is fucking crazy. Flair is wasted, Bruno's telling his stories about the Nazis and his mother, Orton is trying and is generally successful at reigning in Flair and he's prepared and really interested in what Bruno has to say. But at times Flair's going on about crazy road stories and then it's Bruno looking disgusted at these stories of what the NWA was like in the Seventies.
And you also have Orton reminding Bruno nicely that Bruno has worked with his whole family now, and then Flair, drunk and wearing a giant crucifix is talking about how he doesn't party any more. You know he talked to Micheals and he got it all wrong, figuring getting his shit together is just lip service and a giant gold cross that Flava Flav wouldn't wear.
Yesterday was my birthday and this was the best gift.